The moment she appeared, all eyes turned to the stage.
Her figure drifted down slowly from above. She landed on the tips of her toes, revealing she was barefoot. A small bell, glinting on her pale ankle, immediately drew the eye.
Celeste Grant glanced at the stage before leaning close to Javier Sinclair and whispering.
"It's Jocelyn Grant."
"So she's not dead after all."
Onstage, Jocelyn Grant landed and began to twirl in a graceful dance. As her red dress flared out, countless pink petals materialized from thin air, swirling around her like a flowing stream as she spun.
Though the female cultivator on stage wore a veil, obscuring her face, her graceful figure and exposed eyes were enough to reveal her as a great beauty. To the sound of classical music, she would arch her back one moment and spin the next, her movements fluid and captivating.
「In the corner.」
Celeste Grant sat there, her hand propping up her face as she savored the sight of her old rival putting on a show.
